Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 17:15:35 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Doctor Daniel chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! After a stunning amount of feedback, I got writing yesterday and I literally couldn't stop. I really hope you enjoy the second chapter , as you clearly did the first lol. Y'all stay safe out there Ryan liciousryan@gmail.com DOCTOR DANIEL CHAPTER TWO After a long and somewhat wet night dreaming about an eleven year old boy jerking his immature cock right up in my face and splattering my manly features with his, not yet potent little boy spermies, I woke up with a massive headache. Me and Kimberley raised our son very, very conservatively and the fact that he clearly had no idea what was going on at Jerry's pool party a week ago, when young Jase had accidentally sprayed his kiddie load on my face, meant that I probably was going to have to have THAT talk with him, as I had promised. That wasn't something that I was particularly looking forward to, especially since I had to fight off my feelings about being attracted to my very own son, Brent. You always think the worst of family members finding their own kin sexually desirable but when it happens to you, it's something totally different. I just thank god upstairs that Brent had such good friends. Good, handsome...down right cute as a fucking button boys and guess what...I had seen them ALL naked. How fucking lucky was I?? Having a sip of my morning coffee, I wondered if young Jase had told his parents that he had accidently hurt his little boy penis when he was swimming commando inside Jerry's pool, the other day. I didn't wanna bother Brent for answers in that direction because how weird would it be if your dad asked how your friend's cock was getting on...I might me a paedo, a pervert even, but I do have some brains. I hope. Brent came out stumbling out of his room on the glorious Saturday morning, as eleven year olds tended to do on a weekend, nothing new to report there... exactly a week after the happenings I wrote about inside chapter one. I have been putting this off long enough. Time to have the chat I have been dreading my whole life... "Brent, leave the Coco Pops for a second and come over here. I have to talk to you," I said, trying to keep my voice as nonchalant as possible. "Am I in trouble?" Brent cautioned, his eyes longingly on the chocolate covered rice balls inside the Kellogg's cereal box. "Please, buddy. It won't even take long. I promise." Brent sulked and walked slowly over to me, not actually doing the trouble to pick up his feet, as he slouched himself down next to me. His eyes were blue as always, and oh, so beautiful. I felt a stirring in my loins as I admired the boy that literally came from my seed. How did I get so lucky? He was literally perfect. At age eleven, highly unlikely that he knew of his good looks, and semi chiselled body from being outdoors all the time. My cock refused to listen to what my brain was actually SCREAMING out to me...this was your son. You're a fucking disgrace, having these thoughts about him. "Look, Brent, about what happened last week..." "Jase says his dick is fine..." "Dick, Brent? Really?" My son sprouted three shades of different reds on his handsome face before getting up, but I stopped that quick enough. "You stay where you are. Now...uhm...you remember how Jase...you remember what happened to him when I touched his...well, his dick for a long time?" Brent sniffed and reached for the TV remote. "Yeah, he peed all over you. We have a good laugh telling everyone in school what he did," he said as if that alone wasn't a cause for concern whatsoever. "Brent...forget that now. And no, he didn't pee on me. What happened with Jase, is what usually happens when a boy's penis gets...well, if you touched it a lot and it gets hard, like Jase's did, your penis spurts out some liquid, but Brent, it's not pee. Its called sperm." "Think I've heard that word somewhere before..." Brent said, his face all serious. I'd rather not know where the fuck he had heard it to be very honest, thank you very much . "Well, if a boy and a girl, or a man and a woman, have sex...well, then the man puts his penis, or dick, as you kids call it, into the girl's private parts, and if that liquid we talked about, spurts into her body, like Jase's sperm got onto my face, then they can make a baby. Understand?" I hoped to God that he did, because I really wasn't in the mood to go into even more details. This was my son! Who I was attracted to! Excuse me for rushing this off...when a drop dead gorgeous boy was sitting next to a pure bred paedophile! "So when my dick gets hard..." Oh god. "...yes, Brent?" "...then I should touch it loads of times and then it will jet out that water?" Sigh. "Brent, you're actually way too young to hear all this, but since you saw it happening last week I just need you to understand...okay, take off your pyjama pants." I was suddenly on very, very dangerous territory and I fucking knew it. But I also knew that if I didn't make him understand 100% what I was talking about, he might go to his friends for more info or even worse, talk about it in front of adults. No...it's better that I show him what I was talking about. That was all it was. My only reason and motivation. Yeah right. ** Brent looked at me, as if I had asked him to explain the Theory of Relativity to me. "Why?" he whispered, looking down at the kiddie sized lump between his legs, and then again, back at me. Daniel...what the hell are you doing... "Brent, the only way you're gonna understand all this is if I show you. Don't you trust me?" Brent took a little longer to nod his head than I would have liked him to, but I could fully understand his reasoning...his father was asking him to remove his clothes. Down there. He stood up and sighed, before gently stepping out of his pyjama pants and he even bent down to take his socks off. He stood before me in just his underwear...those with the Yu-Gi-Oh cartoons on which he adores so much. "Those too, buddy," I said sternly, trying to keep my control over the situation. Under no circumstances must he have any idea that I was nearly creaming my own boxers looking at him undress. Brent pulled yet another face, and then slowly took off his underwear, and stepped out of them as well, leaving my eleven year old, very, very handsome young boy, completely naked from the waist sown. I desperately wanted to see his semi muscular chest exposed as well, but I reckoned it was better this way. The less it seems weird, and god knows it already was, the better. I patted the couch, signalling for him to sit down, which he did. "Now buddy, I want you to touch your penis. Go on, it's not gonna bite." Curiously, Brent looked down at his modest kiddie like cockie, which was hanging down limp on his equally naked kiddie ballies. I took a deep breath...I mean, I saw Brent rock hard in Jerry's bathroom (chapter 1) but him and me weren't exactly alone that day were we? We were now. I yearned to touch it. Suddenly it didn't matter that he was my son. All that really mattered and had been going around in my fucked up brain, was that there was an eleven year old, a very attractive eleven year old, naked as the day that he was born, in front of me. His chest was heaving up and down at a slightly faster pace than usual. Somehow in that naive kiddie mind of his, he must have been realising he was about to partake in something...very, very memorable and down right exciting. "Okay Brent. Reach down and take your dick, uhm, I mean, penis, in your hand. Go on." The eleven year old boy who came spurting out of my own dick eleven years ago, did as his father told him, he reached down and curled his sun bleached fingers around that beautiful boy fuck stick. A hiss as powerful as a snake's sound that came from his closed lips didn't surprise me at all. His cock started to grown on impact, with the mere touch of his hand. "Yes, buddy. Touch it more. Let it grow..." I whispered, so excited to see my little boy, who I had watch grow up, nurtured and care for, masturbate his hard eleven year old penis to the point where it was sky high and pointing towards our ceiling, and my god, the pulsating beat that little organ gave out was something to behold. His heart must have been going a thousand beats a minute by then! "Awesome, see how hard it is? Remember last week when Jase's looked like that?" "Ye...yeah...but I think mine is a little bigger than his was..." Charming. "Yeah, I guess so. Now, I want you to make a fist around your stiff penis...yeah, just like that. Now, move your fist up and down your dick. NOT SO FAST! Brent!" He started to jack off that beautiful cock before I had quite finished speaking, and so fast that the he actually managed to hurt himself. He gave out another hiss as his cockhead quickly became an inflamed reddish colour...and not something an already scared and nervous little boy wanted to see. "Vaseline will help, just stay there, okay?" I quickly jogged to the bathroom and located the petroleum jelly and rushed back to Brent, who was still watching the red marks on his boy penis with a sheer horror that pretty much felt the same as when we watched IT together last summer. "Don't hurt me!" he whispered when he saw me kneel before him. "Buddy why would I do that? I love you..." I said back, softly. He seemed to calm a little down and nodded his head. I scooped a generous amount of Vaseline onto the palm of my hand and slowly...very slowly...this was an extraordinary moment for me, as this handsome boy's father...never ever in my life did I dare to think of this situation happening for real. I dreamt about what it would be like to molest Brent, never hurting him...and now he was naked and hard, my god, so hard, in front of me, his own father. What's more, he completely trusted me. I curled my hand palm around his stiff as steel dickie...his entire lower half seemed to kick back into the couch, as I did so. I dared look at his utter facial expression...both eyes were slightly closed whilst his lips were tightly shut. He was gonna enjoy this. Moan after moan, more like several whimpers, came from his throat as I continued to lather up his penis. Pretty soon it was near glistening...so shiny and so incredibly hard at the same time. It really looked as if I had just given this eleven year old penis a tornado of a blowjob he would never forget...my paedo mind took over, straight over my common sense. I near caressed his dickie in my hand, thoughts of him sticking this premature little organ into some lucky guy's ass and drilling the fuck out of it with pure childish enthusiasm. Somehow my face reached the point where it subconsciously moved ever so closer to my the dick of my child. His eyes were now wide open, as my mouth was, and he could obviously feel my breath on his exposed cockie head. "Wha...what are you doing?" he whispered, as if in sheer amazement at where I was and what I was surely, about to do. I didn't answer him. I couldn't. It was as if I was suddenly incapable of speaking. I was a paedophile. There was an eleven year old glistening dick in front of me. Swallowing Vaseline wasn't exactly bad for you, but it wasn't recommended either. Fuck this. I waited eleven years. ** I kneeled down so that I was completely in front of Brent. His hard ass dick literally poking me in the eye. I could smell the soap he must have used for his shower last night. The bubblebath that he always used. My son...my boy. And that...was when I couldn't stop myself anymore. "Oh gooooooddddd!" I pretended I didn't hear Brent just use one of those many words that me and Kimberley had strictly forbidden him to utter as my tongue and throat finally inhaled his entire kiddie dickie. Being a little short of four inches, it fit into my warm gullet like a glove. Instinct kicked in and the flavour emanating from his eleven year old dick was making my gob water. Slowly, I moved my head inward and fully encircled the head with my tongue, which pre-empted Brent by almost kicking my chest with his leg as it somehow refused to be still. His entire groin area was on fire as he tried to get more of his dickie into his dear old dad's worshipping mouth. It was as if he knew what to do, even at this incredibly tender age. There wasn't much to work worth, but I made sure my mouth enjoyed every single ounce of meat there was. Fluttering my tongue against one of them veins made him croak and shudder beneath me. I reached upwards and held his hand inside mine, and he surprised me even more by squeezing it. His dick was like red velvet, steel hard inside my warm gob and it was only getting more and more stiffer by the passing second. At some point I released his dick, and it slapped back onto his kiddie stomach like it weighed a ton! He was so hard. So, so hard. I dove my mouth back onto that little morsel and suddenly his knees shook more than they had been doing so far. I kept at the speed from which I was pleasuring my boy until I felt BOTH his hands on op of my head. "D...daddyyyy...I'm gonna...gonna pee!" Smirking around his dick, I knew full well that he wasn't gonna drown my throat with urine, but I hoped he would with fresh boy sperm. If Jase could have near splattered my entire shirt with kiddie boy honey, why couldn't Brent? I sucked faster. I moved my lips and sucked even harder. His little kiddie stalk didn't fucking know what hit it. I wasn't in my right mind, haven't been since I started all this. I was a paedophile, and I wanted this eleven year-old boy's sperm! With an almighty scream from deep inside his young chest, he buried his three and a half inches completely inside me and immediately I happily felt a spurt of watery liquid. More and more followed, until my entire fucking mouth was drenched in little boy cream. I swallowed as fast as I could, but holy shit, Brent had to be able to shoot sperm for a while now, and he simply didn't realise it...it just kept coming and coming. Eventually, the aggressive spurts stopped, and there were simply dribbles of watery boy goodness to slurp up and enjoy. The taste...I know they say kiddie sperm is sweet as fuck, but now I knew it to be true. Brent had just blown some of my future grandkids down to my stomach and I couldn't stop thinking what a turn on that statement was. Brent was heaving, his voice hoarse as he struggled to get his breath back from what had to be his first of many orgasms in his life. I still had his dick in my mouth, and I softly released it, the little weak morsel totally drained and lying sort of lifeless on his lower abdomen. I stood up and sat next to my boy on the couch. He was still breathing slowly, getting back to some form of normalcy. I stroked his hair lovingly, kissing his forehead and nuzzling my nose against his. "You okay?" I whispered softly. He slowly, very slowly, nodded his head before a smile was sneaked across his tired features. "More...more than okay..." he croaked as he closed his eyes. My god...he was asleep in seconds. ** I had actually now, up to that point, now felt up another boy's dick, have said boy cum all over my face and shirt, and now I had given my own son his first ever blowjob. You always want these...so called forbidden things to happen when you're sexually attracted to little boys, or even little girls, but you never really think it actually would! I cleared my throat, still having the wonderful aftertaste of Brent's future baby makers on my tongue. The paedo in me got my thinking. Brent and Jase were eleven years old. They could both make sperm. The challenge, although I wouldn't say no for future repeats, was kinda done and experienced. Suddenly, I wanted to go younger. I suddenly had this, weird, unexplainable need to have a younger boy than eleven in my loving grasp...and doing to him, what I just did to Brent. Ten years old, perhaps? Maybe even a nine year old? Could I really do that? How young, was too young, for someone like me... ** THANKS FOR READING!! Want more? Lemme know!! You guys are the readers, and I write for you xx liciousryan@gmail.com